-= sweet josephine, will you follow me home? =-

I was eating a Kit Kat a few minutes ago when I was suddenly reminded of the old Kit Kat comercials. The ones with animals in them. Like the one where the guy asked the dog to do some trick but it didn't. Then when the guy took out a Kit Kat and snapped it, the dog suddenly went into a hypnosis state and started standing up and doing tricks. Hahah. Why don't they make those anymore?

It's a nice day today.

Let me go stone.

This was written at 5:06 pm on Wednesday, November 30

-= wayco london =-

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This was written at 9:20 am on Tuesday, November 29

-= /// =-

Well.. Rayering today wasn't too bad. Had an arguement with my parents before we went cos apparently what I wore wasn't appropriate enough. In the end I had to succumb and yeah.. It sucks to wear a full set of baju kurung. I'm just not used to formal wear I guess. However, I changed into my usual pants just before we left. And it felt a little bit more comfortable.

Was kinda surprised to see that there were still people rayering.

Went to a few cousins' houses. I guess the only thing that keeps us talking was Winning Eleven on PS2. I'm still unbeaten though. Heheheh.

Athirah was literally on her knees and tugging on my pants when we were leaving her house. She eventually followed us home. Heh.

Saw lots of cats along the way. Didn't get pics cos I forgot to bring my cam. Hah!

Okay. I'm craving for sleep. So yeah. Here I go. Chinchaoteh!

This was written at 12:17 am on Monday, November 28

-= 1+6=7 =-

Due to the exams. My family will be going rayering tomorrow.

Damn.

This was written at 1:16 am on Sunday, November 27

-= firesoul =-

This was written at 2:22 pm on Saturday, November 26

-= pfr =-

Finally changed the tube of my bike's tyre. Now I can leap off steps with a greater sense of security.

My morale today has been very low. I don't what's wrong with me nowadays. Maybe I'll go out tomorrow. I need some social activity. SP's Infocom department is having something on. Maybe I'll go check it out.

Of all those who are born,most are so fortunate

as to be sentenced to death

For surely they are better off than those

who are senteced to life

And yet...

None are more free than they who in their lifetime

rather than thereafter

have found themselves from a sentence to life delivered

For these are the few that live to be granted

redemption.

- Sebastiaan F. W. Nijhof

This was written at 12:30 am on

-= frozen =-

It seems as if everytime I interact with someone, I think they're just putting on a mask and are pretending to be someone else.

Maybe I'm just paranoid.

But who am I kidding?

Somehow I can't seem to look at things like what they were, maybe a year ago. It's as if there's this hidden agenda behind every move everyone make and I feel like they are just entertaining me just for the sake of it.

I need a sign.

Anything.

Except a signboard. Or stop sign. No wait. A stop sign would be nice.

I have other things to worry about. Just imagine I didn't type this entry. It's of no importance.

Damn. It's almost 1am.

Okay. Goodnight.

This was written at 12:28 am on Friday, November 25

-= next =-

Now that's a nice bath.

I wonder what I should do next. Hmmm...

This was written at 6:35 pm on Thursday, November 24

-= bathe bathe bathe! =-

I feel like bathing. You should too!

This was written at 6:04 pm on

-= trawl it =-

I'm pleading high standards weeded
out of gender sample types,
I'll double cross and joke and read
your man that's trying to be male.

Honestly your honesty's a story

Your thrusting to my syndrome where
and when you choose to have a cut.
You'll floss and wax away, exonerate
in time to bear again.

Honestly your honesty's a story

And I'm half as guilty as a giver,
a double standard goes as far as
being a punching winner,
the contraceptive moves towards a
trusting oral killer,
promiscuous described out loud by
overbearing failures.

And her interpretation will suffer
the more you look away,
what's good to get is not an object
you moment you go
and I've a fetish,
I've a fetish for weakness,
handed down,
handed down like a limp wrist.

This was written at 12:21 am on Tuesday, November 22

-= hey you lazy bum =-

I'm turning into a rather lazy bum. Hahah. Bum.

But that's not very fun.
When you fall down and hurt your bum.
I like to put my bum on things...

Okay. I can go on forever. But. I'll not.

Okay best.

I'm sleeping almost every now and then. Though not long. And everytime I wake up, my body will ache and I won't feel like doing anything other than eating, watching tv or listening to techno. Which brings me too...

I wanna know where you belong,
I wanna know why I sing this song.
I try to show how much I feel,
Is that a dream or is it real?

I never look where you belong,
Until i gotta sing my song.
Is it a lie or is it true?
So many tears I've cried for you.

Woh ohh, a million tears for you.
Wooho ohh, a million tears for you.
Ohh, a million tears for you.
Wooho ohh, a million tears for you.

*techno beat comes in*
*does the point to the lord dance*

My mother say want to go out. But still never go out leh.

I need soccer. Really bad. If I go another week without soccer, I think I'll still be as per normal except that I'll be craving for soccer more.

I'm sleepy again. If I'm lucky, I'll fall asleep on the floor instead of the desk. If I'm even luckier, I'll sleep on the bed. And oh, my bro's gone for 3 days. Yahoo!

Hahah.

Cyndi Lauper looks so cute in that Time After Time video. It's as if you want to pinch her cheeks. But it's a sad video though. =(

Ahblergher.

I want a PS2. Anybody selling one?

I just realized my hip is bigger than my chest. And it makes me have this hour glass figure that most women dream of. Okay maybe not most ah.

Something weird happened just now. I had a dream that it would rain during our practical today. And it actually did. Freaky man... Like Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Okay. I think if I don't put a limit to this, I can go on forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.......

Well then. Good day.

This was written at 4:47 pm on Sunday, November 20

-= because i dance to disco and don't like rock =-

I don't think I can ask for a better 36 hours than the last one.

This was written at 11:03 pm on Wednesday, November 16

-= every now and then =-

Revelations.

Revelations...

I think I know too much already.

Say something will you?

I wonder if any good will come out of this.

Trapped between letting go and moving on or hanging onto a false hope. But there is no such thing as false hope. Only hope.

Apparently...

No.

This was written at 1:41 pm on Tuesday, November 15

-= goonies =-

Goonies R Good Enough - Cyndi Lauper

Here we are
Hanging onto strains of greed and blues
Break the chain then we break down
Oh it's not real if you don't feel it

Unspoken expectations
Ideas you used to play with
They've finally taken shape for us.

What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now you'll say
You're startin' to feel the push and pull
Of what could be and never can
You mirror me stumblin' through those

Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh maybe you're out of place

What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Good Enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This was written at 1:07 am on

-= anyone =-

It's alright now, if you don't need me.
It's alright now, that I can't see you.
Well it's now alright for me to be a victim of your tragedy.
It's not alright for me anymore.
But is there anyone there for me?
I know, I know there's gotta be someone out there somewhere.
There for me. I know, I know.
Well is there anyone there for me?
I'm good enough to be.
There's gotta be someone out there somewhere, there for me.
It's alright now because I don't need this.
It's alright now because I don't want this.
Well it's not alright that you don't see that I was good enough to be.

This was written at 1:18 pm on Monday, November 14

-= randomness =-

An answer to a question unanswered.

A key to a door without a lock.

A shadow without a body.

Flashes.

Lights.

A heart of glass.

Fragile and broken.

Eternally lost.

Never to be seen again.

Rapture.

Exaltation.

A bittersweet feeling.

An afterthought of sorts.

A reminder.

An end.

This was written at 1:29 pm on Sunday, November 13

-= never to be heard again =-

Reflecting on the year so far, I'm rather satisfied by the way things has gone. I was able to do a few stuff that I'm rather happy about and I doubt such a chance would ever come again. So yeah, it was good while it lasted. And like the saying goes, all good things will come to an end. I just hope it doesn't ends soon though.

For over the past 6 hours or so, I've done a lot of thinking about the things that I've said and done. Lately, I wouldn't say I'm too proud of the things I've done. And for that, I apologize to anyone who feels they have been hard done by me. It wasn't my intention to hurt anyone and for that I apologize again.

This may or may not be my last entry as I enter a silent chrysalis stage where I'll do more reflecting on my life. I believe there are lots of things I have to work on. For myself and the others.

On that note, I again apologize deeply from the bottom of my soul.

Adieu.

This was written at 4:58 am on Monday, November 7

-= 2100 =-

If this back doesn't kills me, I don't know what will.

This was written at 8:16 pm on Sunday, November 6

-= wire =-

This is a nice picture.

This was written at 10:37 pm on Saturday, November 5

-= the mind's eye =-

To the person who wrote this,

Over the past few months, I've been doing a lot of thinking. About school, events, people and all those stuff people think about.

It occured to me that things continue to appear not as the seem they are. Everything I knew back then exists no more and it all seems like I'm still stuck in the past.

So you might say, that's their problem, learn to deal with it.

Well, apparently, I'm not too good at dealing with such things. So yeah.. Guess it's too bad for me.

Well at least now I have something to aim for. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get it. But yeah... I'll take things in my stride.

So erm yeah.. I'll just hang in there and see how things go. Hopefully all will go well but I'm not hoping for much.

Well, guess that's all there is to it then.

From,
The person who wrote this.

This was written at 2:55 pm on

-= point =-

Now that is what I call a beauty. And it's a harpsichord. =)

This was written at 7:06 pm on Wednesday, November 2

-= spiders snakes and little mice =-

Almost crashed into a motorcycle yesterday. Thank god my front brakes were in good condition.

I have much longer fingers than almost everyone I know. And my index finger and ring finger is of the same length.

This has probably been the most miserable phase in my life. Not like it was that good before anyway. The weird thing though, I've grown attatched to this feeling of being miserable and pathetic. I avoid most conversations and prefer to just sit in my room alone and play Tetris.

They say, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you will get. Honestly, I don't get that saying. If it's already a box of chocolates, I believe I'd get chocolates. Or would I?

Life is like a game of Tetris. You plan so hard and wait, but in the end it all ends up in a mess.

I think I'll go try and beat my 230000 highscore.

This was written at 12:04 am on